LUCA
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Sleep wouldn't come. My body was heavy, exhausted, but my mind wouldn't shut off.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Riot's face.
I heard the bastard's voice.
I thought about Valerie, about the boy, about how fast things were spiraling.
I closed my eyes, forced my shoulders to relax, and tried to rest for an hour.
I knew the Alvarado Cartel wouldn't kill the boy. They just couldn't.
But I couldn't relax. I sat up and rubbed a hand down my face.
Someone knocked on my door.
I jumped out of bed like I had been waiting for that distraction.
When I opened the door, Pietro and Leonard stood there. One look at their faces, and I knew I was in for a long night. Neither of them looked happy.
"They're here," Pietro said
